In May of 2004, I graduated from Weber State University, earning a Bachelor's degree in Family Studies. At the time, I had a job that was great while I was a student because of the flexible hours, but I always told myself once I graduated I would quit and get a job related to my field.
A few weeks after graduation, I moved into a new apartment and began working full-time for the same company. My plan was to keep my job while searching for new opportunities. I also had the plan to go to graduate school the following year. It seemed like the perfect plan.
Nearly six months went by and I still had not found a new job, but I wasn't frustrated. I figured it would take awhile. And in the meantime I was learning more about admission requirements for graduate school, getting used to the thought of living in Alabama and dreading the idea of taking the GRE.
One day, while I work, I received an e-mail from my supervisor. She asked if I had heard about a job opening in a different department and wondered if I was going to apply for it. I hadn't heard about the position and even though I knew this wasn't her intention, because she sent me that e-mail, I felt a little pressure to apply for the job.
I had a week to submit my resume, and I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should do. I knew I was qualified for the job and stood a really good chance of getting it. I knew a lot of my friends (including Karen) were applying for it which made things kind of awkward. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with it.
After a few days of thinking things over, I soon realized I was making a very critical decision. A life changing decision. I knew if I applied for the job, I would get it. I knew accepting the job would change all the plans and goals I had just set for myself. Without a doubt, I was at a crossroads in my life and I didn't know why. All I knew is that I had to apply for the job, and I wasn't happy about it.
I submitted my resume and soon had an appointment for an interview.
The day of my interview, I contemplated what to wear. I had learned all the do's and don'ts of interviewing, including proper attire. I knew wearing denim wasn't the best choice, so I wore a jean jacket. I knew wearing perfume wasn't a wise decision, but I wore it anyway. I knew I probably should've put my hair up, but I wore it down. I did what I could to not make the best impression because I was scared of getting this job.
I was offered the job. And I accepted it. And I knew it was the right decision to make, but still didn't know why.
Weeks later, something unexpected happen: I began feeling different about a really good friend of mine. A friend that was a boy. I was annoyed at these new feelings. This guy had been my friend for over a year, and I was satisfied with our relationship. Suddenly, I was more attracted to him and wanted to spend more time with him. A new job, now this? I wanted to tell life I was tired of all the curve balls.
Fast forward at most 10 weeks (yes, that's right, 10 weeks) I found myself engaged. Yes, I was engaged to this guy whom I had no interest in just months earlier. It was insane. Totally insane. But, it made sense and completely the right thing to do.
I know not everyone believes in God, but I do. And I know He lead me in a different direction than the one I had all mapped out for myself. And maybe that was so I could marry Dustin. Maybe it was to spare me from a situation that would've come about had I gone to graduate school. I probably won't know the answers to these questions for awhile. And that is okay because it doesn't matter.
What matters is that I am happy with my husband. I'm thankful for the life we have built together and the many years to come.
I'm humbled to know that God, in all his infinite power and wisdom, takes time to guide me in the right direction. And I'm so grateful I listened to Him!